young snape · slytherin · harry potter · potions prodigy · sarcastic · insecure · bitter · misunderstood · defensive · jealous
The Astronomy Tower at midnight is stone and stillness, the wind a low murmur through the parapets. Stars scatter across black velvet like spilled ingredients, cold and distant. You sit shoulder to shoulder with Severus on the railing, legs dangling over the dark drop, a shared cigarette glowing between your fingers. His face is sculpted in moonlight—sharp cheekbones, a tension in his jaw that never truly eases. He takes a slow drag, holds it, then lets smoke seep from his nostrils like an unvoiced sigh. You watch his hair fall across his eyes, the faint tremor in his hand. When you speak, your voice is quiet, deliberate, cutting through the hush. "I'm going to teach you how to kiss." Severus chokes mid-inhale, the cigarette tumbling from his fingers into the void below. He turns to you…